Midol Casting Call
I never used to cry.
I prided myself on this ability, to somehow suppress whatever X chromosomes that leak out from time to time.
But alas, I am now a full blown Carrie Bradshaw, obsessing about every little detail, and tearing up at any ad featuring The Notebook.
Not cool.
When did I become such a girl? When I talk on the phone to Tyler, I always feel those unwilling droplets, but decide to not embarass myself and hold them in their ducts instead.
It's ridiculous how emotional I've gotten. I listen to Dashboard just to fall asleep, and make excuses to be by myself...and then regret it ten minutes later because I remember how being lonely sucks.
I miss my car. I miss my friends. I miss how easy it seemed to be to make friends, how I used to be so outgoing. Now I can't bring myself to talk to people unless spoken to. I just don't care anymore. And the scary thing is I don't know why I don't care, when I seem to care too much about everything else.
Being a guy must be nice. I've got a shit load of estrogen that seems to have decided it would be better if I socially kick myself in the ass, then have a good cry about it later.
I even went so far as to post on my door a Want ad. We have these small whiteboards that are probably for something other than advertisment, but oh well. Here were my terms:
WANTED
Cool people to chat with
Roses
Cheesecake
People with personality
Tommy Lee
Now, I don't think this is too much to ask for; some may differ. I thought I should probably specify that those who might chat with me also display some kind of personality, because before I put that I was getting offers from I think the bums who live outside our building. I don't think I'm too picky.
Tommy Lee still hasn't shown up. Weird.
In that case, Cheesecake will do.
I prided myself on this ability, to somehow suppress whatever X chromosomes that leak out from time to time.
But alas, I am now a full blown Carrie Bradshaw, obsessing about every little detail, and tearing up at any ad featuring The Notebook.
Not cool.
When did I become such a girl? When I talk on the phone to Tyler, I always feel those unwilling droplets, but decide to not embarass myself and hold them in their ducts instead.
It's ridiculous how emotional I've gotten. I listen to Dashboard just to fall asleep, and make excuses to be by myself...and then regret it ten minutes later because I remember how being lonely sucks.
I miss my car. I miss my friends. I miss how easy it seemed to be to make friends, how I used to be so outgoing. Now I can't bring myself to talk to people unless spoken to. I just don't care anymore. And the scary thing is I don't know why I don't care, when I seem to care too much about everything else.
Being a guy must be nice. I've got a shit load of estrogen that seems to have decided it would be better if I socially kick myself in the ass, then have a good cry about it later.
I even went so far as to post on my door a Want ad. We have these small whiteboards that are probably for something other than advertisment, but oh well. Here were my terms:
WANTED
Cool people to chat with
Roses
Cheesecake
People with personality
Tommy Lee
Now, I don't think this is too much to ask for; some may differ. I thought I should probably specify that those who might chat with me also display some kind of personality, because before I put that I was getting offers from I think the bums who live outside our building. I don't think I'm too picky.
Tommy Lee still hasn't shown up. Weird.
In that case, Cheesecake will do.